my lungs are burning

throat raw from screaming

hands are tired from beating

against the wall of the bathroom door

that you locked yourself in

you told me you'd decided

that you didn't want to live

a life full of tragedy and lies

and now I'm stuck here

screaming through the walls

about how your life matters

and how we all love you

and instead of opening the door

and coming out to talk

you swallow pill after pill

small sips of whiskey in between

and I'm trying to understand you

but all I want to say

is how selfish it is to only see yourself

in the problems that we both face

and how I wish it was me in there

instead of you

because you could live without me

but I'd die without you